Go meet the Grim Reaper.

Grindelwald stood in the cemetery, and the rows of tombstones looked like a white jungle.

The two most powerful wizards in the world stand together and plan to fight hand in hand. The thing that claims to be the god of death probably has only one way to go, and that is death.

Cyrus walked through the abodes of the dead, and he seemed to have really crossed over death and walked to Grindelwald's side. They walked side by side. Although the two figures were a little thin, they possessed a power that even gods feared! "I hope Dumbledore won't be jealous." Cyrus thought to himself.

They left the cemetery together.

"You should never have let that child go," Grindelwald said, referring of course to Harry.

"He is the true master of death, the only person to possess all three Deathly Hallows at the same time, and the only person to have returned from death. Death will fear him, and he may be the key to victory."

"Harry's mission is to defeat Voldemort, not to defeat Death," said Cyrus. "He is just a student, still a child, and he has done enough. Everything should not be placed on his shoulders and he should not be asked to take risks."

"That's what makes you different from me and Dumbledore," Grindelwald said.

If it were him, he wouldn't care how old Harry was, what his identity was, or what kind of danger he had to face. As long as he could win, even the sacrifice was worth it. If it were Dumbledore, he would be more tactful. He would first train the child, but in the end he would still give the other party the right to choose.

But Cyrus chose to take it upon himself.

"Harry may be the master of death, but death may not be our enemy," said Cyrus.

The so-called Grim Reaper never appeared again after killing Dumbledore, but Cyrus and Grindelwald did have some guesses about his whereabouts.

In the legendary story, Death and the three Peverell brothers are always inseparable.

Godric's Hollow is the hometown of the three brothers, and their descendants have lived in Godric's Hollow from generation to generation. If the person who killed Dumbledore is really the god of death, then he may come back here.

Of course, the result was beyond their expectations. Godric's Hollow was as peaceful as any other ordinary day. The shadow of death did not loom here.

"You're right, he's not the God of Death at all." Grindelwald said sarcastically.

Cyrus noticed that one of his eyes was shining brightly in the darkness, even more beautiful than the moon in the sky.

Apparently, Grindelwald is using his Mystic Eye to try and locate the fake Death impersonator.

His magic power can be said to be unprecedentedly strong. The terrifying aura formed a barrier that enveloped him like a bloody flame!

Needless to say, Grindelwald must have forcibly integrated Morgana's legacy into his own body. However, this was not the part that Cyrus had lent to Harry before, but the power that Voldemort brought back from the past.

This magic strengthened Grindelwald's power, making his magic reach an unprecedented level of strength, almost as strong as Cyrus.

But the hidden dangers are equally huge.

Morgana's legacy contains countless negative emotions, and even the most powerful master of black magic cannot use it without burden. The reason why Cyrus can offset this side effect is because his soul is much stronger than that of ordinary people.

Even Voldemort was able to control this magic because he devoured his own soul in several times and spaces, so he was able to avoid being backfired.

But Grindelwald is different.

His soul was just that of an ordinary person, nothing special compared to Cyrus and Voldemort.

If he wasn't careful, Morgana's power would destroy him! But Cyrus didn't say a word of advice.

He knew those words would not work, Grindelwald had already made up his mind to die the moment Dumbledore died. Now the only motivation that kept him alive was revenge!

die?

What's so scary about that?

It is nothing but the destruction of the body.

Under the gaze of such huge magical power, even the trajectory of fate is visible in Grindelwald's magic eyes!

The intertwined silver threads weaved into a huge web of fate. At this moment, he could glimpse the shadow of the gods, the towering gray-white towers, and the tombstones erected in the wilderness. Darkness and death came again... Ghosts were floating! Soon, the magic around Grindelwald faded like a tide.

He seemed very tired, and his spirit suddenly waned, but the murderous intent and anger in his eyes became even more intense! "He is in Azkaban," he said.

Without further ado, Cyrus simply nodded seriously, and then they both disappeared at the same time.

There was only an echo left in the air.

North of the North Sea, Azkaban.

It was as dark as usual here, like a bottomless abyss. The light from the world could not reach here, and the thick dark clouds seemed to be like spilled ink that could not be cleared.

Dementors floated in the air like ghosts. They were not as disorderly as before, but gathered together in fear, as if a terrible monster was controlling them.

You don't have to think about who it is.

Cyrus once again stepped onto this grey land. It was almost November and Azkaban was extremely cold. The splashing sea water was like ice foam, making people shrink their necks involuntarily.

Of course, neither Cyrus nor Grindelwald felt anything at all about the cold. Their abilities had long since made them immune to both heat and cold.

"He has become the king here." Grindelwald noticed the unusual behavior of the Dementors, and also noticed the "God of Death" standing on the high tower and sacrificing the lives of all the prisoners in Azkaban.

The "Grim Reaper" obviously noticed them.

He waved the old wand in his hand, but did not cast any spell. He just sounded an attack horn. The next moment, Dementors swarmed over like locusts!

In just a moment, the cold air froze the entire sea!

Cyrus and Grindelwald were like two alone entering an Antarctic winter storm. The biting cold wind cut their skin. The wind was like a knife, and even the rocks on the coast were chopped and changed into different shapes.

He and Grindelwald looked at each other, and the next moment, Cyrus turned into a golden thunderbird!

The moment the thunderbird spread its wings and cried, golden lightning struck out brazenly! "BOOM!!!"

The lightning instantly turned a large number of Dementors into charcoal - Cyrus had already mastered the ancient magic long ago, and the silver patronus combined with his Imagomagus was most useful in dealing with these shady creatures!

Grindelwald was not willing to be left behind.

In the past, he might not have been able to do anything with these things, but after using Morgana's power, things were different.

Morgana's magical heritage comes from dark emotions, and Dementors happen to be one of the darkest things in the world. They were born from the great pain and hatred generated by the moment when Muggles were tortured to death. They yearn for beautiful things and feed on happiness and joy to fill their empty hearts.

Now, Grindelwald is dealing with them in a completely opposite way.

Unlike the Patronus, he directly released a more terrifying evil spirit. After the black and red dragon was released from hell, it immediately stretched out its claws to grab those Dementors - it caught them like crazy, and even fed on Dementors! Preying on despair with even deeper despair!

Even Cyrus couldn't help but stare at this terrifying posture.

It seems that Grindelwald is indeed crazy, otherwise no rational person would do such a thing. You know, every Dementor is born from the desperate cry of a helpless soul at the moment of death.

Once such terrible despair becomes food, the monster that is born will be difficult to control.

To put it another way - once Grindelwald loses control, the power of the black dragon will immediately corrode him, and he will become the filthiest thing in the world and sink completely, without even his soul left.

It seems that he is really determined to kill the murderer even at the cost of his life!

At this moment, the black dragon and the golden giant surrounded the gray-white tower, and the tower body seemed to be made of bones. The man holding the old wand looked exactly like Cyrus - no, the man's appearance had changed, as if time had taken a thousand years from his body in an instant. His cheeks were sunken and his body was hunched.

"Welcome, my sacrifice." He was obviously very happy when he saw Cyrus and Grindelwald appear, as if he saw the prey walk into the trap by itself.

"You, and you," he pointed at Cyrus and Grindelwald, "your souls belong to me!" He opened his arms and shouted loudly, "to the great god of death!"

"And your life belongs to me!" Grindelwald said fiercely.

Then, this brutal battle began!

Neither Cyrus nor Grindelwald intended to say anything more to the man who called himself "Death". If he was not Death, there would be nothing to say, and if he was Death, there would be even less to say.

Grindelwald immediately fired a spell. Now, the battle between them might not be about the killing curse, but each spell carried enormous power and could be said to be fatal!

Cyrus' lightning struck through the ice sea, and he turned back into human form. The snakewood wand was almost overloaded by the magical power he kept releasing!

The wand was wailing! But he had no time to care and could only keep fighting!

He conjured up flames, and the raging fire almost dried up the coast near Azkaban. The scorching steam spewed into the low sky and turned into boiling hot rain.

Grindelwald once again summoned the black dragon back to his body. His old body could not support his high-intensity battle. Only the magic power could keep him going! The black dragon didn't know how many Dementors it had swallowed, so much so that it couldn't digest them. On its body, countless faceless faces were struggling to escape from its body. On its black wings, countless eerie white bone arms stretched out, like corpses trapped in a swamp and unable to escape! Only the "God of Death", he had nothing but the invincible old magic wand.

But even so, he was able to fight Cyrus and Grindelwald evenly. He raised his arm slightly, and the towering white tower rose from the ground, smashing towards Grindelwald and Cyrus like a thrown rock spear!

“Shattered into pieces!”

Grindelwald did not chant any spells. With just a glance, he turned the dozens of meters tall white tower into powder, and it turned into ashes the moment it fell.

Now, Azkaban prison no longer exists.

Then, Cyrus inserted the wand into the rock and soil of the island of Azkaban. The next moment, the island seemed to come alive. It surged its body and turned into a standing monster, trying to drag the tiny "God of Death" into the boundless hell!

But the "God of Death" is still the God of Death after all. He just took the old wand and tapped it lightly, and the monster transformed by the island completely lost its vitality.

Even the island itself disappeared.

It turned into black fragments and sank into the sea, and was carried away by the turbulent ocean currents.

The space called Azkaban completely ceased to exist. The "God of Death" stood in the air, looking down at Cyrus and Grindelwald who were also standing in the air.

"How pathetic! Do you think you can be my opponent?" he said, his eyes full of pity.

"What's impossible?" Cyrus asked back. He was wrapped in magic power and slowly flew to the same height as the other party. "You said you are the god of death? But in my opinion, there is nothing special about you."

Cyrus' words were full of contempt.

"Borrowing the name of the god of death, but every move is so pathetic."

The sneak attack on Dumbledore was just one of them. After killing Dumbledore, the man in front of him also took the Elder Wand. Obviously, the other party was not confident in his own power, otherwise he would not do this.

You know, if the god of death really exists, the so-called Elder Wand is nothing more than a branch that he casually broke off. Would the gods care about such things?

"You think you are powerful, but in fact you are weak inside. You are afraid of being defeated by us—" Cyrus said, "Besides, do you think I don't know who you are just because you are using the name of the god of death and driving Voldemort's body?"

"What?" The so-called "God of Death" was obviously stunned when he heard Cyrus' words, with surprise and confusion in his eyes.

"You said you knew my identity?" he asked.

Not to mention him, even Grindelwald was stunned for a moment.

"You are as pathetic a creature as Voldemort," said Cyrus. "There is no room for two souls in that body, is there, vile Herpo?"

(End of this chapter)